Stepping On Hearts


It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me


They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending


The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me


Gold Seeping


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You see the gold seeping through the cracks
A mind of matter in a blender
Volcano erupts
Stronger than the disrupt
Curve balls a specialty
God like a YoYo almost grazing the floor to pop back up in the knick of time
Cut the string
A bounce is better
Let in the Royal Flush

Cue Flood


My soul strained, chained down, drowned
By my passive, side-stepping ways
I don’t usually confront the issues swirling in my head
Making me dizzy, nauseous, beauty really is pain
As my heart trembles forward, brave for a heart
To eat the fiber of life as it’s been starved
Bumpy, jerky roller coaster
Finally. Throw out this extra weight
I’d love to be light enough to fly

To Life


Some new additions at home

To life
To growth
And new beginnings

A light
To own
With hazel tintings

Pastries and postmen
Around the bend
To familiar nutcracker men

Traditions and songs
Don’t hold back
Making lives spin
Like the train on the track

To life, to growth
To new beginnings


Loyalty to the cause

Rather than to an entity, a perplex set of identities, separate from your individuality

You walk around like tainted royalty, a slave to the turmoil you seek

That rush, it’s temporary, leading you to detriment

Wish your vision was seen clearly, you’re so heavenly

Hopefully pride will fall to the wayside, making way for a huge tide

Revolution in a soul tied

One Never-Ending Continuum

Each person, placed on a huge never-ending continuum.

You are the same person as you were last week,

Along this series.

You will be the same person in 20 years,

Along this series.

But even as I say it, I doubt it. 

We become different.  We are constantly evolving.

Yet fundamentally, we exist the same.

And what are those fundamentals? 

And isn’t it ironic that a lack of those very key facets

Is, in fact, an entire fundamental on it’s own?